Meditation on...

I’m not sure if you feel same way as I do, but sometimes I feel like the world went upside down. It’s often hard to define what’s normal and what’s not. And the time when I thought I had figured it out, I found out I hadn’t. Living in Africa changed my point of view a lot. It will never be the same. What’s the worst part? Coming back here… yes here, to civilization. How to find yourself out there? How to stay normal? What is the meaning of being normal?
I argue with myself, my friends, family, and with this whole messed up and selfish world. I miss all that’s simple, I miss the sun, smiles, and problems, but real problems. People don’t understand and can’t understand, because they can’t compare this to anything. What’s more they are absorbed with their “big” problems, thus the real ones do not exist for them.
Lucky has everything — he is a real winner. He does not have to work. His “mommy” does everything for him. She creates for him a world of gold. She decided, with her husband, to buy a bigger bed for Lucky so that he would have more space and more comfortable sleep. He has a nice fluffy pillow in order not to suffer with his neck. Mommy wakes up regularly to cover him with his blanket, she doesn’t want him to get sick.
Though Lucky is two years old, his parents signed him up to Instagram. He’s becoming more and more popular each day. They take a photo of him everywhere: in arms of his mommy, in his new outfit — he got a few lately — his first trip to the sea, first bath, first gift… everything is celebrated. Recently he got a new bed in the living room and a second in the kitchen — everywhere the family spends time. They never skimp on his exquisite and expensive food — it must be special and nutritious. Only the best for their baby. No matter what it costs. And when he gets a cold… he is whisked to the doctor. To his private practice obviously. Blood test, MRI check, X-rays, antibiotics, and a lot of rest. All-day care. Days off from work for mommy, because baby can’t stay home alone. When he gets well, they’ll go back to walks — at least three times a day — to fun and games, some sweets as well. It’s not easy to find time for her husband, but as for Lucky — he is a VIP — mommy can do much more. He’s her little son, she loves him so much. In effect Lucky is placed above other family members, becoming a king. You should forgive him the most. He can leave his bowl dirty, he can walk on the freshly washed floor. He can even leave a mess in the toilet, but he’s a baby — we should forgive him everything.
Well, I guess there would be nothing strange in this, because Lucky is a member of the family, someone close, but Lucky is just a dog. Yes, a lovely and amazing dog. Don’t get me wrong, I love puppies and kitties. But don’t we get crazy with all of that? Don’t we see how we go to extremes, placing animals above humans, in position of gods? Don’t we see this commercial machine which makes a lot of money from our insanity? What influence does that have on our relationships with others?